This morning I woke up in a fog cause it's finals and I didn't sleep much last night. Stumbling downstairs for a much needed cup of coffee I find I just missed the opening act to the three ring circus that is my home life.
Grandma and Mona are both in their winter coats, Mona because she just arrived and Grandma because she is convinced beyond the shadow of a doubt that the furnace is busted and we need a new one ASAP and has, in fact, already called several furnace "guys" for estimates. She's wearing gloves, but no socks. Walking over to the thermostat I check and see that it's set at 67. 67, on a night that reached below 0. No WONDER she's freezing! Jacking the temp up a bit, lo and behold, the furnace kicks in and starts belching heat like it always does. Heavy sighs all around.
We each had a hot cup of coffee and told Tiger Woods jokes to pass the time as we warmed up. I recycled the Leno gem "What's the difference between Santa and Tiger Woods?" wait for it. "Santa stopped at three Ho's!" boom! Grandma, not missing a beat for all her shivering, comes back with "Yeah, well, everybody is waiting for him to get to the EIGHTEENTH HOLE!" She had us in hysterics, and while she had a captive audience, she started complaining how that good for nothin teenager who does her driveway was here too damn early with his noisy snowblower and she wasn't able to fall back asleep. Cause, y'know, it was relevant.
All this on the heels of another bad nosebleed, a busted hot water faucet for the old washing machine, delivery of the NEW washing machine, and all kinds of chaos over an upcoming holiday trip. When it rains, it pours (or maybe more appropriately, blizzards!)
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